The Grey Storm

20

Sun Lioness's Disciple
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"Greetings to the Head Lady Rosemary, may the Roaring Suns greet you in their might." a tall red haired woman walked in with the cluck of her heels. Isamiona barely looked up from her going over her meeting that's happening on Monday with the other Royal families and Noble heads, she hummed typing on her digital screen. "Sergeant Vixen Dimitrix, Head of the State guards and Black Lioness squad. To what do I owe you this meeting?" Sergeant Dimitrix smiled with her blindfold on, walking towards Isamiona's table. "Herself was delighted to see Head Lady Rosemary, heard news of Her Ladyship was attacked in the Korean palace."

"Yeah that, Iseul did not bother of instructing that he is keeping my master bedroom warm until I decide when to stay there." shrugging her shoulders as circular spectacles rested low on the bridge of her nose, Sergeant Dimitrix shook her head in disappointment. "His Lordship sure love disrespecting Her Majesty. May Rossetti will burn him in Fiyiah one day for all his wrong doings towards the sisters of three." (Underheaven) muttering a curse as Isamiona slightly smirked humming in agreement. "Been praying it for years," Isamiona said sarcastically while licking her finger to turn a page over to read some notes to put in her minutes.

The doors bursted opened. As Sergeant Dimitrix pulled her blindfold down in a swift movement, white beams were aimed at the rude intruder. Iseul ducked as a guard used a shield to protect him, hitting the leaser beams to the pillar of the suite. "You dare harm a Rosemary!" he shouted as Dimitrix shrugged standing behind Isamiona, with her eyes closed and a wicked grin. "It is only fair in Rossetti's eyes, her glorious Ladyship was attacked on her own grounds by your Lazy Koreans and dismissed her Ladyship of any protection." Dimitrix hissed. Iseul walked closer as Dimitrix aimed another beam near to his feet causing him to jump back, "That is far enough to state your business, her Ladyship is busy." placing her hands on the unfazed girl's shoulders, who was deep into her work. "Isamiona come to the palace now!"

"Uh, Ah! No, no no no now." Dimitrix silenced Iseul, wagging her finger unpleased. Like she was scolding to a child. "To be honest, you're getting on my nerves now Iseul. You're an insect that comes every time," Isamiona said licking her finger to page over the documents next to her minutes, separating them to read the first page. "I swear you're more involved in my personal time than being parent years ago."

"It is polite to look at someone when they're talking to you!" Isamiona scoffed pressing a knuckle under her chin, smirking. "I can't look into the eyes of a whore of bastards."

"You Bitc―"

"I dare you the fuck to finish it," Dimitrix warned darkly. The guards stepped back as Iseul fumed agitated, glaring at Isamiona who was smiling creepily in a calm way. "What do you want Iseul?"

"Come to the palace―"

"Why? Is there candy over there?"

"Agh! Isamiona!"

"What do you want, Iseultana?"

"Don't ever call me that!" he threatened. Isamiona watched in glee as she continued pressing his buttons, watching his face scrunched up in frustration and turning red. "As much as I love this Cold War, I'm having tea with my Biada and Eüya." she winked flickering her hand to shoo him away, the guards bowed low at Isamiona before escorting Iseul out who silently glared at her leaving the room. "Freaking faggot! Drag queen slut," he cursed to himself under his breath, but stopped in his footsteps.

Iseul couldn't move, his body was frozen in one place. All he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat throbbing in his ears, like it was echoing around him. Groaning in pain, the feeling of an elephant's foot stepping on his chest and nails clawing his heart. Blood turning cold sending shivers, trying to turn his head but couldn't. Isamiona walked towards him, watching calmly but her eyes were a hard death stare. Eyes glowed like two moons, each step increased the pain. Her hand barely touched his chest as his heart painfully beat faster, "Clinthar gifted me this wonderful curse." speaking in a calm tone, the guards stood there knowing interfering is not a smart thing to do.

"I can kill or weaken an organ by attacking it with my mind, coming in close proximity is so toxic. That the organ might burst if I make skin contact, scary right?" Iseul tried to speak, but couldn't. Fear seep into his skin watching how close her hand is and that sickening grin on her lips. "You can curse me, threaten me as much as your tiny little black heart loves. But my subjects, better watch that nasty tongue." dropping her hand and walking away, air rushed back into Iseul's lungs. Causing him to go into a fit of coughs, gripping his neck for oxygen. The guards escorted him again from the room, Dimitrix smirked folding her arms under her eyes. "The Sun of Donna is smiling, she is most pleased."

"Your brother is in training," Nam-jin said taking a sip of his tea watching Isamiona putting on music, shaking his head with a smile. She put on Queen's song, “Another one bites the dust”. For her age, her music taste for old school music makes her an old soul. "He's not happy with the other trainees, bit of a diva." sighing heavily as Nam-jin struggling to get his son into his career and stressing about Isamiona being with her biological father. When Lady Lelï called him telling him that she had to rushed down because Isamiona was shot at by Iseul's guards, which made him almost cancelled his business trip to Istanbul. "Obviously he's not happy at the company, but I'm trying." Isamiona hummed sitting down to join him, "Of course, he's afraid he'll be poor by being around working class people."

Nam-jin chuckles swirling his teacup in deep thought, "How are you managing lately?"

"It feels like I'm floating in a void, I don't have time to grief properly without Iseul trying to kill me." she huffed drinking her tea, Nam-jin held her hand gently. Isamiona kept quiet, too afraid to speak, placing her teacup down. "Biada, I can't. . .I-I'm trapped in this family's curse." Isamiona sobbed, her body racked as she clutch a hand over her mouth trying to hide her crying. Nam-jin could only watch with a deep frown, knowing she doesn't want to be comfort. "Issa, you're not―"

"Biada nef opi hê on Boonä. Mi hart, Ine-Ine khanna hé." (What if takes father or brother. My heart, I can't-I can't bear it.) Isamiona turned her head hiding herself from crying, Nam-jin rubbed her knuckles. "I miss her too, I forgot what my life was before her. Not ever day I blame myself Issa,"

"It's my fault!"

"It's not yours or mine, in a way our work created enemies. She too had enemies," he wiped her face, looking into her eyes to assure her. The Sergeant watched them in empathy, looking up at the ceiling in woe. "Her Highest star, Mother of Suns. Bless this lost little lioness through this tragedy, do not let the curse go through another generation―" Isamiona wiped her nose from the blood turning her head as Nam-jin furrowed his brow. "Did you kill anyone with it?"

"No, just threatened them with it." sighing as he wipe her cheek from seeing foundation on his black glove, Isamiona sighed knowing what's going to happened. "Issa. . .you know it's a dangerous ability to use, if not used correctly it can kill you."

"I know Biada," Nam-jin stroke her skin gently as his face tighten in worry, "Issa, please try to use it less. Yes, it's great way to make a clean murder. But it has very lethal side effects, I don't want it make you any sicker."

"I know Biada," she dragged in a whiney tone, Nam-jin took her hand pulled the glove a bit down and kissed the back of her hand gently. Stroking her tiny hand as he looked at her, "Any boys should I know about?" he tried to lighten the topic, Isamiona snorted sniffing slightly as she smiled. "No,"

"Any girls? I don't judge. But your halmoni wouldn't mind either," (Grandmother)

"No," Isamiona giggled covering her mouth, seeing her cheeks turning a bit pink made Nam-jin smiled.